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“Um,” He said awkwardly, “Hey.” Shion stayed silent and Nezumi winced. “I’m sorry, Shion, I’m—” He said desperately. “Shut up,” Shion whispered, cutting him off. “Shut up,” He said again, choking, and Nezumi’s heart squeezed at the raw sound of his voice. He wanted to speak, to soothe him, but Shion had said not to and so he wouldn’t.